Last week I got a letter on yellow paper telling me that A) there was a hold on my license and B) I need to go to court and pay a $900 bail. Why you ask? That’s what I said!
In January I got a traffic ticket for merging into the left lane from the right, a ‘right hand turn only’ lane. It was on Fairfax, just off the freeway. Here’s how it goes:
- You exit the freeway.
- Within .1 miles (about 500 feet) there’s a sign notifying you that the lane is now ‘Right Lane Must Turn Right.’
- So you put on your blinker and wait for someone to let you merge left.
- Within another .1 miles you hit an intersection.
- And that’s the trick.
So I merged, and crossed through the intersection, and there was Mr. 5-0 in the middle of the road with his ticket pad. I guess the City of LA knows this is a chicken and egg situation too.
Not be to be defeated, I wrote a letter with photos from Google explaining why the ticket was in error. I paid my $238 fine and mailed it all along with a little hope that the City would refund me my efforts.
The check was cancelled in March. My Trial by Declaration was ignored.
And then the letter on yellow paper came. I called the number. It was automated. I Googled the Superior Court. There are no operators there due to budget cuts. I realized that I was going to have to go to hell.
- So I booked a babysitter. ca-ching $ ca-ching
- And drove all the way downtown. ca-ching $ ca-ching
- And I parked. ca-ching $ ca-ching $ ca-ching
- And I stood in line outside. ca-ching $ ca-ching
- Then I went through a metal detector so I could stand in line inside. ca-ching $ ca-ching
- And I waited. And waited. And waited. ca-ching $ ca-ching $ ca-ching $ ca-ching
- 45 minutes later they I got to the front of the line and Window number 20.
- I showed the woman my letter. She told me it was a computer error. I asked when the Trial by Declaration would be settled. She told me she had no idea. I asked if there was still a mark on my license. She didn’t know. I told her I had just lost hours of my life. She yawned.
Now I understood the need for metal detectors. What a Metropolitan Pile of Poop.